The Sorrows of Young Werther
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (translated by R.D. Boylan)
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Oftentimes I say to myself, “Thou alone art wretched: all other mortals are happy, none are distressed like thee!” Then I read a passage in an ancient poet, and I seem to understand my own heart. I have so much to endure! Have men before me ever been so wretched?